[... She frowns. Something about this isn't adding up, but she doesn't know how to express it. There's a feeling building up in her chest, but she doesn't know how to get it out.
She knows this feeling. She's going to end up making a mistake soon, but she doesn't know how to stop it. That's how it always goes when this feeling starts. She can't express what she feels, and it inevitably ends in blowing up.]
I'm not writing people off. But dead people don't get to decide how I live.
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She knows this feeling. She's going to end up making a mistake soon, but she doesn't know how to stop it. That's how it always goes when this feeling starts. She can't express what she feels, and it inevitably ends in blowing up.]
I'm not writing people off. But dead people don't get to decide how I live.